A Man--be The Heavens Ever Praised!--is Sufficient

After All Manner Of Professors Have Done Their Best For Us, The Place We Are To Get Knowledge Is In Books.

No Sadder Proof Can Be Given By A Man Of His Own Littleness Than Disbelief In Great Men.

The Scandalous Bronze-lacquer Age Of Hungry Animalisms, Spiritual Impotences, And Mendacities, Will Have To Run Its Course, Till The Pit Follow It.

Freedom Is The One Purport, Wisely Aimed At, Or Unwisely, Of All Man's Struggles, Toilings And Sufferings, In This Earth.

The Meaning Of Song Goes Deep. Who In Logical Words Can Explain The Effect Music Has On Us? A Kind Of Inarticulate, Unfathomable Speech, Which Leads Us To The Edge Of The Infinite, And Lets Us For A Moment Gaze Into That!